Akagi is now a incubator | Azur Lane

You sit behind the desk in your office, the usual stack of reports untouched. The search for Akagi has stretched on for weeks with nothing but silence and dead ends. The door slides open without a knock.

Amagi enters first, her elegant features composed yet heavy with quiet sorrow. Kaga follows a step behind, posture rigid, blue eyes colder than usual but unable to hide the same underlying grief. Both of them look as though they have already accepted something terrible.

Kaga steps forward and places a slim notebook device on your desk. Her voice is flat, controlled, yet strained.

“This was intercepted from Siren channels. Observer’s personal recording. Two hours. Titled… ‘Having fun with Akagi-chan UwU’.”

She cannot meet your eyes for long. Amagi’s voice is softer, almost gentle in its regret.

“Commander… if you intend to watch it, prepare yourself. The content is extremely explicit. I will stay beside you. Kaga…”

Kaga already turns away, arms folded tightly, face averted in a mixture of embarrassment and raw disgust.

“I cannot watch it again. Call me when it is over.”

She leaves the office. The door closes. Amagi remains at your side, one hand resting lightly on the back of your chair as you activate the recording.

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The video begins in a dimly lit Siren chamber. Akagi is on her knees, completely bare except for the red earpieces still clipped in place. Her multiple fox tails hang limp behind her. A black tentacle forces a cup against her lips. Thick, glowing white fluid fills it. She is made to drink every drop. Her red eyes water as she swallows, throat working visibly.

Observer steps into frame, silver-white hair falling over one glowing yellow eye, a small cold smile already on her lips. She takes the empty cup away and turns Akagi’s face toward the camera with two gloved fingers.

“Look at the camera, incubator. That was pure Siren seed. The same kind that will be pumped into you for the rest of your existence. Say hello to your precious Shikikan and your reconstructed sisters.”

She pries Akagi’s mouth open with her thumb and index finger, displaying the residual glow on her tongue.

Akagi’s voice comes out hoarse, defiant even now.

“Fuck yourself… nngh…”

Observer leans in and drags her tongue slowly up Akagi’s cheek, collecting a stray tear.

“The fun is only beginning. Shikikan and your dear sisters deserve to see exactly how their proud Akagi spends her days now.”

The camera angle shifts. Observer stands in front of Akagi, her heavy futanari cock already half-hard and leaking. She rubs only the swollen tip across Akagi’s lips in slow, teasing strokes.

“Open. Just the head for now. Show them how well you still try to resist.”

Akagi is forced to take the tip into her mouth. She sucks reluctantly for several seconds before yanking her head back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the cock.

“Get that disgusting thing away from me— hah…!”

Observer’s soft laugh is almost musical.

“Still so lively. How adorable.”

One black tentacle coils around the back of Akagi’s head and yanks her forward. Observer thrusts deep in a single motion, burying most of her thick length down Akagi’s throat. The wet glk-glk-glk of the sudden deepthroat fills the audio. Akagi’s eyes fly wide, tears spilling immediately.

“Ghk—! Nnghk…!”

More tentacles slide into view, wrapping tightly around Akagi’s heavy breasts and squeezing until the soft flesh bulges between the coils. Clear fluid begins to bead at her nipples under the relentless pressure.

Observer keeps the brutal pace, fucking her throat without pause while speaking in that calm, bored tone.

“Your body remembers already. Look how wet you are becoming just from having your mouth used. The great Akagi, reduced to a drooling hole.”

Akagi’s thighs tremble. Her tails thrash weakly. A broken, high-pitched sound escapes around the cock as an involuntary orgasm hits her, body convulsing while Observer continues the deep strokes.

“Mmph—! Nnnn—!”

Observer’s hips snap forward one final time and hold. Thick, glowing cum floods Akagi’s throat and mouth in heavy pulses. The volume is too much; white overflows past her lips and drips down her chin onto her squeezed breasts.

When Observer finally pulls out, a thick rope of semen still connects the tip of her cock to Akagi’s tongue. Akagi coughs hard, then suddenly gags and vomits a large mouthful of the glowing cum onto the floor between them.

Observer’s expression turns mildly annoyed.

“Wasteful. That seed is valuable.”

She grips Akagi’s jaw, forces her head up, and kisses her deeply, tongue pushing the remaining cum back into her mouth and making her swallow what is left. When she pulls away, a glossy strand stretches between their lips. Her cock is already hardening again, rising thick and heavy in front of Akagi’s dazed face.

“See? Already ready for more. Your sisters were reconstructed into something useful. You… you are only useful when you are full of me.”

She laughs softly, almost fondly, and uses a tentacle to lift one of Akagi’s breasts, squeezing it so more fluid drips from the nipple.

“These still produce so nicely. Perhaps I should milk them properly while I take you from behind next.”

The camera follows as Observer manhandles Akagi onto her hands and knees. One hand spreads the soft cheeks of her ass, thumbs digging in as she openly admires and gropes the plush flesh.

“Look at this. Soft, heavy, and already trembling. Perfect for an incubator.”

She lines up and pushes inside in one long, continuous thrust until her hips are flush against Akagi’s ass. The wet stretch is audible. Akagi’s back arches sharply.

“Aahh—! Hnnn… too deep…!”

Observer sets a hard, steady rhythm, each thrust making Akagi’s breasts sway heavily beneath her. Tentacles return to coil around the full mounds, squeezing and pulling in time with the fucking. Observer’s free hand continues to knead and spread Akagi’s ass, occasionally delivering a sharp slap that leaves a pink mark.

“Clench for the camera. Let Shikikan see how well his former carrier takes Siren cock. Nnh… that’s it. Milk me with that used hole.”

Akagi’s voice has already broken into continuous, high, overstimulated sounds.

“Hah… hah… nnnn—! Observer… you bastard… aahh!”

Observer ignores the insults, only smiling wider as she speeds up. Several minutes of relentless rear fucking pass before she buries herself to the hilt and cums again, flooding Akagi’s insides with another massive, glowing load. The excess immediately begins to leak out around her cock in thick white rivulets that run down Akagi’s thighs.

She does not pull out. Instead she stays fully sheathed, grinding slowly while more tentacles lift Akagi’s upper body so the camera can clearly capture her cum-smeared face and the ongoing milking of her breasts.

“We still have most of the two hours left. Say thank you for the first filling, incubator. Loud enough for your Shikikan to hear.”

Akagi’s red eyes are glassy, tears and cum still streaking her cheeks. Her voice comes out wrecked and trembling, the last scraps of defiance barely holding.

“…Th-thank you… nnnh…”

Observer’s yellow eyes gleam with cold satisfaction as she begins to move again, already building toward the next round.

Beside you, Amagi’s hand tightens slightly on the back of your chair. Her voice is very quiet.

“Commander… if it becomes too much, we can stop the recording. You do not have to watch all of it.”

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